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And as advancing ages pass away,
Progressive knowledge yet will bear the sway,
And man pursue the wide extending track,
Upward and onward still, but never back.
And when with us earth's time shall be no more,
When our light barque has reached its destined shore,
Then will succeeding ages still pursue,
Striking new Imes our fingers never drew
Age after age will be yet wiser still,
As bright improvement doth each bosom fill.
And we, in future years, could we but stand
Where now we are, and view our favored land,
We scarce could think it was the self same spot,
Where Heaven once placed our own loved happy lot.
How changed the scene! (we might perbaps exclaim;)
Was this our former home, is this the same?
The same indeed: but yet 'tis better still;
We see and feel Improvement's magic skill,
That thus extends her empire o'er the earth,
And claims no country for its own a birth.
O'er every realm, unfettered as the air,
Still will Improvement all its missions bear,
And spread through every clime, from pole to pole,
Progressive knowledge yet will bear the sway,
And man pursue the wide extending track,
Upward and onward still, but never back.
And when with us earth's time shall be no more,
When our light barque has reached its destined shore,
Then will succeeding ages still pursue,
Striking new Imes our fingers never drew
Age after age will be yet wiser still,
As bright improvement doth each bosom fill.
And we, in future years, could we but stand
Where now we are, and view our favored land,
We scarce could think it was the self same spot,
Where Heaven once placed our own loved happy lot.
How changed the scene! (we might perbaps exclaim;)
Was this our former home, is this the same?
The same indeed: but yet 'tis better still;
We see and feel Improvement's magic skill,
That thus extends her empire o'er the earth,
And claims no country for its own a birth.
O'er every realm, unfettered as the air,
Still will Improvement all its missions bear,
And spread through every clime, from pole to pole,
